Awww…Brad! I’m so sorry about that. I don’t know what your situation is or how hard it would be for you to be able to move back there. But if your soul is crying to be there is it possible to have it as a goal? Much love to you dear friend…I pray you get your hearts desire ♡

Oh, mine looks pretty wild too, Brad. All those spring rains were like a steroid for everything including the weeds. I’m making progress, but it will be a long time before I’m done. And it’s slow going when it gets this darned hot. Oh well, such is the life of a feisty gardener. 🙂

There is an intangible element to human nature that allows us to almost sense the imperceptible way that roots stretch deeper into the ground, leaves reach farther toward the sky, and flowering blooms blossom in a show of gratitude and love. A garden is indeed a special place.

At this very moment, no kidding, I looked outside to see our frangipani tree blooming in our backyard for the first time in two years. The brilliant pink blooms involuntarily bring a smile to my face and soul. I can almost smell the intoxicating scent from inside the house.

The natural world speaks to us in very subtle and quiet whispers. And, if we silence the clutter within, we are able to receive that message on many different levels that we never even knew existed. Thanks Brad, I appreciate you taking the time to share your poem and your garden.